When I was a child I was always fascinated by those strange photographs which often appeared in puzzles - the  kind where there task is to guess exactly what part of what object is the subject of the shot. 

 

    That interest still drives my interest in photography today.

 

    I was once on holiday in Sicily. It was a beautiful evening and everyone in my group rushed out to take photographs of the sunset.  When one of them came looking for me he asked why I wasn’t out on the beach with the others. I told him I wasn’t particularly interested in sunsets. But what I was interested in were the walls and doorways of the ancient buildings lining the streets. They’d been painted over a hundred times, scuffed, cracked, repaired, and re-plastered. There were centuries of weather and wear intros walls. And when I took my shots home and uploaded them I was amazed at how many of them looked like abstract paintings.

 

    Walls, pavements, cardboard, harboured, hessian, polystyrene foam, chipboard, plywood - searching for the images buried within them is what my photography is all about. 

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     all it takes is adifferent kind of attention and the world becomes an art gallery.

 

     Take a look.